Some of the mysteries of life can be the most rewarding experiences of ones life. The story about my birth and death is begging to be told. It is a story that should not be hidden. I remember the day of my birth and death, which occurred at the same moment. It is amazing how much an individual experiences, learns, remembers, and comprehends as an infant or small child. It is even more amazing what one actualizes and perceives about oneself when we become old. The day I was born, I died. My angel came to me. She knew I needed her. My angel told me that I had twin brothers who had died the year before I was born. They were in heaven. My twin brothers came to me and kissed me. My angel took me back to my mother, Lettie. We both were brought back to life.